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Not That Kind of Christian Part 2

This is the second part in a series. If you missed the first entry begin by reading here.

It all started on Easter Sunday morning-- the most joyous day of the Christian year and I was not excited about getting out of bed.

It took Kevin almost an hour to move me.

The problem was that I didn't want to go to church even though I knew we'd be attending the services of a dear pastor friend.

I didn't want to be around happy clappy Christians. I did not want to be forced to say "Christ is Risen Indeed!" with a smile on my face.

And though such sentiments went against what I wrote in my "If I were Preaching Easter" previous blog post. It just was where I was.  I am just not in a season of life of Easter. Good Friday or Holy Saturday might be more like it.

And I realized in that moment that I was not that kind of Christian (even if it is what my friends or husband or colleagues want me to be).

I can't pretend.

I'm not a "let the injustices of this world or of my own heart roll off my back" sort of Christian. And I am most certainly not an "everything happens for a reason" sort of Christian. And it really annoys me when others try to belittle my pain by offering such platitudes.

Though I have such amazing Jesus loving friends with lighthearted outlook on life, I'm simply not that kind of Christian.

I'm not a Christian that can be encouraged by, "God works all things together for the good" (because sometimes that good may not come in our lifetime and it really sucks).

I'm not a Christian that believes suffering happens because "God is testing us" (because suffering often comes hand in hand with what it means to be a living breathing and walking human being).

I'm not a Christian that can go to church and eat shortbread cookies afterwards with the church folks and let sexist or racist comments pass for small talk (because if I didn't call it out-- even if it meant I wouldn't be welcome there anymore-- who would?).

BUT, I am the kind of Christian who is not going to give up. I am going to keep seeking. I am going to keep wrestling with the mystery of the Divine.

Even when nothing makes sense and I don't want to go to church, I will keep on keeping on. I will go to church like I did on Easter.

Last Sunday, passed the peace. I sang, "He Lives, He Lives." And, I shared an Easter meal afterwards with friends.

All of these, I believe are signs of resurrection, even if I didn't feel them in the moment. A spiritual mentor reminded me afterwards that Easter is a fact. It's not a feeling. So at least I observed the fact which didn't need me to feel it to be true.

Most of all I want you to know that I am the kind of Christian who is always going to tell you the truth.

And this year Easter was a lot like rotten eggs. Maybe next year will be better?